Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.